Racing the night to get to you.
I know you thought that we were through,
but I can’t leave behind those nights;
the river in the dying light.
Who knows what one more try will do?

Every time I close my eyes,
like mist across the water, visions rise.
The raindrops sliding off your skin,
holding my breath and jumping in
our bodies finally collide.

All these traces lead me back to you,
and all these places—I’m just passing through.
All these faces, none of them are yours.
I don’t know what I left you for;
I just know I can’t live like this anymore.

I left you dreaming in the sun,
sprawled out on the rocks, your hair undone.
I loved you then, but didn’t know,
I only knew I had to go.
A love like that can make you run.

And when I finally came around,
I went back to that old river town.
I looked for you, but you weren’t there,
the locals said a love affair
had broken up and brought you down.

All these traces lead me back to you,
and all these places—I’m just passing through.
All these faces, none of them are yours.
I don’t know what I left you for;
I just know I can’t live like this anymore.

I’m on your front porch, got your paper in my hand.
I’ve been waiting for you; I got it all planned.
Give me one more chance and I’ll explain,
through every single thing I’ve seen,
I only wished that I could be with you again.

Copyright (c) Lizzy Ross 2009